Hot yoga — too hot?

Right or wrong, I’ve always thought hot yoga was the domain of the young and beautiful. My first impression of hot yoga was formed about four years ago when I tried a three-month membership at local hot yoga studio. The students and the instructors were minimally clothed and super-bendy. They were amazing.

Oh, and there were mirrors everywhere. When I studied dance and aerobics a few moons ago, mirrors didn’t faze me.  In this class though, I found myself very mirror-shy. I would position myself strategically among the crew so that I wasn’t right next to the most youthful beauty, and guaranteeing  that people around me blocked my view of the mirror.

If you’ve been reading my blog, you’ll know that I’ve been working with a teacher and a small class in a boutique yoga studio. That’s not changing, but I’ve decided to diversify my practice. A friend of mine from the morning private practice has been raving about hot yoga, so I thought I’d try it. The studio is very close to one of the gyms my son trains at during the week, so I can slip practice in while he’s training (instead of sitting the gallery swilling coffee). As in real estate, location sells in yoga practice.

My first hot yoga class is tomorrow. If I don’t melt — and even if I do — I’ll let you know how it goes!

Kids = Yoga IRL

To all you parents out there:

Do you ever have those mornings where you’re not on your best behavior with your kids? And before you know it, they’ve gone to school for the day, and you’re left at home with the guilt and self-loathing that accompany parent-child fights.

My son (aka: Gamer Boy from my MOMmentaryonGames blog) and I weren’t actually fighting this morning. More accurately, I was being (very) impatient with him.  He wasn’t doing what I wanted him to do and I’d given him options! Accompany that with being slow to get out the door (risking another L(ate) on his report card for this term), and it was the perfect storm for me. Our penultimate exchange nearly brought me to tears (but I saved those for after he was at school!): Gamer Boy turned to me and said, “Mom, you’re only looking at the negative this morning. Why aren’t you noticing all the positives?”

Wow. He nailed it. I woke up feeling out of sorts and continued to allow that train of thought guide me through the morning. I was under the thrall of negativity and it took my son’s poignant observation to bring me back into reality — back into the present. My yoga study IRL (in real life).

I thanked him (sincerely), told him he was absolutely right, and then I apologized. Then he asked, “Do you want a hug?”

Boy did I ever! So we hugged it out and I offered my amazing boy a drive to school.

When I returned home I found myself turning to Kahlil Gibran’s The Prophet, and I thought I’d share one of my favorite essays from it here. 

Kahlil Gibran, from BygoneArts (Etsy)

Kahlil Gibran, from BygoneArts (Etsy)